Chapter 5

Sami was on his back in the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling a bit… or really, quite a lot, uncomfortable. His slave was beside him, also on his back, shoulder to shoulder to him, as naked as he was, feeling, probably, just as uncomfortable. Sami had ordered him into bed about ten minutes ago on a sort of whim, on a sort of feeling that he had better get this over with. He couldn’t go around like this with a constant ache in his loins, unable to think of nothing else than to relieve it. He couldn’t concentrate on important things, like training. The boy was all there was and there was really nothing wrong with him. Tak’s constant praising of the boy’s young fresh appearance had made him see the whole thing a bit differently too. And Sami was a real man, right? And Tak had explained all that he needed to know, so why was he still hesitant? So they had crawled into bed but since then none of them had moved or said a word. Of course Sami knew that the slave wouldn’t. Slaves didn’t take such initiatives. Oh well, quite a few slave girls at home did of course. Shameless tarts really, he grinned and remembered them with affection. But this slave wouldn’t, in either case he had not a clue of what to do plus, he was too subdued. So it was he that should start it, right? Sami suddenly rolled over and raised on his arm over the boy who shrank back a bit and looked at him with wide eyes. Kisaki was nervous, so nervous he was trembling Sami noticed but he didn’t seem to be as scared as he had been before Tak had talked to him. Good. He didn’t want him to be scared, but he didn’t know how to tell him not to be nervous when he himself was so fucking nervous that his mouth went dry. Sami slowly straddled the boy; careful not to weigh too heavily on him, damn he was slender like a girl. ‘Don’t waste this boy’, Tak had said, so he had better be nice about this he supposed. He really would have preferred if he could just have bent the boy over a table or something and get the release he so needed. Plainly fucking the boy seemed infinitely less uncomfortable than cuddling him and sweet-talk. Sami simply didn’t want to bother with foreplay. Why should he? This was not a woman and foreplay was for women. But… all right, he thought, here goes nothing. He put a hand on the slave’s flat and smooth chest and caressed it lightly. Very smooth, if one closed ones eyes and thought of a woman… It didn’t work; there were no breasts. God he longed to see and feel a pair of breasts. Sami loved breasts, the bigger and more luscious the better, but Kisaki’s skin was really very smooth and nice, Sami loved nice skin too. And the nipples, so tiny… and they hardened at his touch just like a woman’s nipples would. And his hair… Sami touched at the silky strands hanging in the boy’s face. His hair was lovely, one had to admit that, and if it were allowed to grow really long… it would be a sight. His lips… Sami felt himself reach down to kiss them before he knew it, but he drew back again before he touched at them. No, he couldn’t, he just couldn’t kiss a man. Foreplay? Yes, he would do it if it relaxed the boy. Fuck him? Oh yes, a hole was a hole and he needed a hole. Be nice to him, go about it carefully? Of course, Sami was not cruel. But to kiss him? No, that’s where he drew the line. "You all right," he asked softly, "you’re not afraid, are you? Me touching you, it doesn’t feel bad, does it?" The slave nodded and shook his head at the right places of Sami’s questions, eyes still as wide, still trembling a little bit. Sami didn’t know if he really was all right with it or if he only acted like the slave he was and would have agreed on anything Sami said. Sami kept up the caressing a while longer and the slave really seemed to relax a bit and he himself started to actually enjoy the feel of that smooth skin and the slender muscles under it. It felt very much different to touch a boy compared to a girl but in some ways not so different at all. It was a bit confusing, it was quite interesting, and it was… arousing. Or maybe, it was only due to him being so damn sex-starved. In either case, he had a boner now as stiff as he had ever had and to hell with this foreplay-thing. "Hm… would you… I think it would be easier if you…" Sami really couldn’t bring himself to relate in words what he wanted the boy to do. Kisaki first looked in confusion but then he caught on at Sami’s gesturing and increasingly annoyed and frustrated frown, that he wanted the boy to turn. He hurried to obey his master and as Sami shifted a bit to give him room for the maneuver, he turned and put a hand on the edge of the bed to push himself up on his knees. Only he somehow managed to put his hand beside the edge of the bed and there was no resistance at all as his hand plunged through thin air. With a surprised squeak he fell headlong out of the bed. Sami watched in stunned surprise at how the slender slave kind of slipped away beneath him like a mermaid. He started at the thud and at first, all he saw was Kisaki’s feet sticking up. After a choked moan that seemed more from pure embarrassment than pain, his feet were replaced with a tussled head. Kisaki had the most sheepish expression and at that bewildered and dizzy look, Sami could not hold back. He burst out laughing. He laughed until he got a stomach cramp; all he could do was lean back against the wall and gasp, trying to catch his breath. "I can’t believe it," he managed to press out, "you are really the most… oh my…" Kisaki face was a glowing red as he put his hands on the bed and looked like he was going to crawl back into it but, Sami stopped him. "Stay!" he said and got out of the bed too, pulling the covers with him, spreading them on the floor, "We had better do it someplace where we can’t fall off," he grinned. Kisaki looked down at the mild taunting, bit his lip and flinched as Sami reached for him as if he thought he was going to be punished, but that was the farthest from Sami’s mind right now. Sami embraced him and carefully laid him down to take up the caressing again. He must admit he felt a certain… tenderness towards the boy right now, he was just so pathetic… in a cute way. "Don’t worry," Sami smiled and stroke his cheek, "I like a bedmate who can make me laugh." Slowly the slave’s expression changed and with a relieved sigh Kisaki suddenly gave him the widest smile back, his narrow eyes turning into black lines and his teeth glittering like a row of small pearls. Seemed the ice was broken. "That’s right," Sami said, "nothing to be nervous about, right?" His erection had somewhat gone down from laughing so much but now blood was flooding his cock again. He pressed himself to the boy’s lithe frame and stroke his back. He ceased his movements though, when he suddenly felt a somewhat trembling hand being put on his own chest. Kisaki had stopped smiling and looked questioningly at him as his hand spread its fingers over Sami’s pectoral. Sami was too surprised to react at first. He had not expected Kisaki to do anything at all, had not really considered the possibility of the slave caressing him. He had for some reason seen this as a kind of one way street only. And first it simply stunned him that Kisaki was caressing his chest and a flair of anger rose in him for a fraction of a second. What the hell did the little imp think he was doing? But then he looked into those strange eyes and not even at this close up could he tell where the iris ended and the pupil began; those eyes spoke to him. ‘Am I doing the right thing?’ they said, ‘am I pleasing you? I’m not sure what I’m suppose to do,’ they told him, ‘but I am trying, so please don’t hurt me’, they begged. And how could he? Although he wasn’t sure he liked the boy’s initiative, he held still and let Kisaki explore the feel of his skin. It wasn’t really unpleasant. Kisaki’s hand was small and light and callous from work, kind of reminded him of the slave girls at home… it wasn’t so bad. The slave did not look at him anymore but followed now his own hand’s travels over his chest with fascinated eyes. They widened as he touched at Sami’s nipple surrounded by brown hair and felt it rise under his finger. Sami grinned, damn if the boy didn’t make him hornier by the second. He reached over the slave to grab the small bottle of oil he had earlier put on the nightstand. The boy was neither scared nor nervous anymore, caught up in sensations that were totally new to him; Sami wasn’t going to wait another minute with getting his needs fulfilled. Sami gently turned him on his belly again and even if the slave seemed to tense up a little, he willingly spread it as Sami dug his hands between his thighs. Sami rubbed the oil in and he knew he probably should put a finger in like Tak had done, to open him up a bit, but he just didn’t want to. Instead, he thoroughly smeared his own member and groaned at the almost painful erection his movements caused. He doubted he was going to last very long tonight. Kisaki clawed at the covers as he started to push at his anus; Sami meant to say something calming but somehow the ability of human speech eluded him at the moment. Seemed the boy handled the need to relax fine all by himself, there was surprisingly little resistance as he pushed himself inside as slowly and carefully as he was able to. Little resistance, yes but so very tight never the same. So very… very… Sami stopped thinking altogether and let himself be totally lost in the act of fucking. Right now he cared for nothing else than to pump in and out of that oh so welcoming warm and kneading hole. He allowed himself the luxury of not caring that there was a human attached to that hole and he didn’t caress him, only grabbed at his hips to get leverage for his thrusts. Didn’t lean over him to be close to him, didn’t say anything to him, didn’t care he didn’t see his face, wasn’t interested at this point. But he knew somewhere that it was all right because the boy was a slave and the boy was here for his pleasure, the boy did not know anything anyway. And Sami knew he wasn’t hurting him. His fingers wouldn’t bruise; his thrusts were not too hard. Sami knew he was being careful, he always was. And the boy clawed at the covers again and made groaning and whimpering sounds, uttering words that Sami couldn’t understand, but somehow, Sami knew that none of it was uttered in pain or fear. >>> * <<< Kisaki couldn’t understand what he had been so scared about. Renka had been wrong. It did sure feel strange though, having someone else inside your body like that. He really thought it the strangest thing when he really thought about it. But it wasn’t horrible like Renka had said it would be. Besides his master obviously liked it a lot and that brought some nice side effects. It made him feel good that it was worth the slight discomfort of feeling his master’s member push at his inner organs. Yes, even if the penetrations always managed to make him a bit hard, Kisaki could not say that he enjoyed it quite as much as his master apparently did. Maybe if he could have touched himself while he was being fucked… Touch himself until he spurted like he sometimes did when he was absolutely sure no one could see him do such a thing. Yes, the combined feeling of touching himself and his master’s mild assaults at that strange spot inside of him would sure have been nice he thought. But he didn’t dare touch himself in his master’s presence and he certainly didn’t dare ask if it would be all right. It was all to make his master happy anyway, he understood as much and he couldn’t help that it made him happy too. But it was really all the other things connected with the moments in his master’s bed that made him happy, not so much the actual fucking. His master talking so friendly with him, touching him like that, holding him, letting him feel the warmth of his body. It made Kisaki remember his mother. He could no longer recollect the features of her face very clearly but, he remembered well how kind she had been. How she had hugged him, caressed him, kissed his cheeks and whispered in his ear in that strange language that no one else spoke here. He could repeat several of those words still today though he didn’t know what they meant really; he only knew they were nice words, they had to be. Then she had died and no one had held him since then… until now. And his master was even nicer to him now outside of bed . Smiled at him and ruffled his hair and said he was good. Only laughed when he dropped a bowl of eggs on the floor, only grinned when he knocked a flowerpot over watering them, wasn’t angry at all. What free men had ever treated him this well before? No he couldn’t understand what he had been so afraid of. He wanted to go down to the maintenance and tell Renka all about it but, there was never time. His master kept him busy. It had been a week since his master had taken his virginity and he had wanted to repeat it every night since then. Every night! Sometimes, Kisaki had sure felt that "itch", as his master called it, but it was a wonder to him how anyone could be that hungry for it. He must admit that however nice and however kind and careful his master was, he felt a bit sore and he was tired. He supposed that his master had been saving it for a while and now needed the compensation. He would surely cool off soon… he hoped… but he also hoped, not too much… In either case, he intended to show his master that he was not ungrateful, so he did his best to behave well and not screw up. So it was kind of ironic that he would screw up worse than he had ever done before. >>> * <<< Mornings were surely nice times, Sami thought, if one were allowed to sleep through them. Sami wasn’t a morning person. No matter how early he went to bed, no matter how much of a good night’s sleep he had had, he was still this barely conscious grumpy and muttering creature when forced out of bed in the early morning hours. This morning was no exception. He sat down at the table still trying to get his shirt on. He was late and he was tired like hell. That was his own fault of course. No one had forced him to stay up half the night to fuck that slave of his for the eighth night in a row. But he couldn’t help it; he had some catching up to do in that department and Kisaki had very soon turned into something very fuckable. He looked at Kisaki preparing breakfast for him by the stove while he rubbed the crusts out of his eyes and tried to keep them open. The slave seemed as perky as ever, why wasn’t the little shit as tired as he was? Of course, he did all the work, did he not? The slave just had to lay there and take it, which he willingly did. Sami was relieved about that but, he still muttered grumpily under his breath at Kisaki kind of bouncing back and forth across the floor, fetching him bread and a cup for his tea. Sami fought to keep awake while Kisaki poured hot water into his cup. Only to get the rudest awakening… The slave reached over the cup to pull the breadbasket closer to his master and somehow he knocked it over. Scolding hot water splashed all over Sami’s thighs. At first, he didn’t feel it but then the most awful pain he had ever felt in his life seared through him, it shocked him stiff. The second after he got to his feet in such a hurry that he tilted the chair and almost knocked the table over too. Screaming and yelling like crazy he rushed over to the water barrel and splashed himself with the cold water in frenzy. It didn’t do much to soothe the horrible pain. This must be bad, really bad; he must get to the doctor as soon as possible. He stopped splashing water all over himself and thought he ought to just run out of the house and over to the infirmary as fast as he could. Kisaki still stood at the table as he turned looking too shocked for words. The sight made Sami furious. He went up to him and backhanded him hard across the mouth almost in passing. He didn’t even see the slave crash to the floor before he was already out of the house. About an hour later Sami was in the General’s office explaining why he couldn’t participate in any physical activities for quite some time ahead. He was making strange grimaces while talking. The doctor had most carefully rubbed soothing ointments into his scold injuries and bandaged it up neatly but it still hurt quite a lot. His left thigh had a wound as large as his hand, the other had faired a bit better, there were "only" a few wounds here and there, the size of coins. The General had stared at him when he had entered, walking oddly from the pain and the thick bandages wrapping his thighs up, but now he looked angry. "How can you be so immensely clumsy and careless?" he wanted to know and asked Sami if he really thought he could catch up if he was forced to be away from practice so much? Maybe he had better go home if he couldn’t even hold on to a simple teacup? Sami had looked down in shame and had asked to be given a chance to prove that he could indeed catch. He promised that he would do extra theory studies in the meantime. He wasn’t happy stumbling home. The General had accepted his sick leave but it had been damn humiliating. He was sure to be mocked by the other adepts about such a silly injury too. Still he had not been able to bring himself to tell the General how it really had happened. He couldn’t say Kisaki had done it. A slave injuring a warrior student, no matter if he had meant it or not… They would have punished him so bad. Not that he didn’t deserve a punishment. Oh he did, Sami thought, and the clumsy idiot was so going to get punished. But they would most likely have killed him and no matter his anger right now, Sami didn’t want the slave dead. >>> * <<< Kisaki had not thought of a better way to handle what had happened than to crawl under the kitchen table and hide. He was still in total schock and kept seeing his own hand reaching for that breadbasket and then that agonized howl in his ear… He hadn’t even realized at first what he had done. Kisaki couldn’t see much of a chance that he would survive this. No master would be that forgiving. And this was much worse than pouring kitchen waste over someone, much, much, much, much worse… He kept smearing the blood from his split lip around in his face, in a sort of compulsive manner, wishing he could at least cry but he was so scared that he was frozen up inside. Oh what had he done… "KISAKI!!!" He started at the sudden roar and hit his head on the tabletop but hardly felt the pain of it. His master had returned and he was angry. His last moment was at hand. He was as sure about that as he had ever been about anything. He supposed it would be best to just face it and get it all over with but, he was too much of a coward. He crawled deeper into the corner and huddled up, shaking like a leaf. He heard his masters angrily thumping steps as he searched for him. He knew that hiding wouldn’t make him happier but, he just couldn’t help it. He repeated his mother’s words in his head like he used to in his master’s bed but as he then had hoped the words to mean something nice and lovable he now hoped they were prayers. Prayers to his mother’s Gods who would hopefully show him more mercy than those here ever had. It suddenly got much brighter as his master clawed the tablecloth aside and looked in under the table. "So that’s where you’re hiding, you coward. Get out from there!" He wanted to obey but, he couldn’t and he whimpered pathetically as his master reached in under the table, grabbed at his hair with a strong hand and pulled him out. Automatically he tried to rise but was pressed to the floor. "Don’t you dare get up, you had better stay on your knees you little shit, do you hear me?" He heard. On pure instinct, Kisaki tried to make himself as small and non-threatening as possible as he huddled on the floor at his master’s feet. The feet walked away but returned soon enough and the same strong hand reached down to hook a finger through the ring at his collar and he was jerked to his feet. His master held him up by the collar and almost left him dangling. Kisaki gasped, it hurt his neck and he could almost not breathe, he gagged and sobbed and instinctively clawed at the hand that threatened to break his neck. But his master slapped them away and pulled him closer staring him in the eyes. "I think it’s time to teach you a lesson," he growled, "I’ve been patient… I’ve been nice… and what do you do? Burns the skin off my fucking legs and destroys my chances of ever getting somewhere here and makes a total fool of me… Shut up! Don’t say a fucking word. One word and I swear I’ll…" Kisaki wasn’t going to speak, there was nothing he could say to appease or amend and even if there were he could hardly had formed the words in his head right now. He was being pulled along by the collar into the bathroom and as brutally yanked to the floor again. His master tied the ring of his collar to one of the pipes running along the tiled floor, effectively keeping him down. He didn’t even have time to get really scared before the first blow of the horsewhip in his master’s hand hit him over the small of his back. The pain shocked him silent but already at the next hit he screamed to high heaven and kept screaming all through it, as much from pure horror as of pain. >>> * <<< Sami had worked himself into a real rage and wasn’t holding back. He was really letting the boy have it. Letting the horsewhip fall again and again over the tiny ass, over the lean back, over the skinny thighs, glowing red welts appearing everywhere it connected. The slave’s frantic squirming and piercing screams did not move him one bit at the moment. The only thing he wanted was for the boy to hurt as much as he did. But then suddenly something splashed at his eye and when he stroke it off with the back of his hand and saw that it was blood… He realized that he was hitting too hard, cracking the slave’s skin open. He hadn’t meant to do that. Didn’t want to scar him. Didn’t really want to injure him. He ceased his almost mad whacking immediately and dropped the whip at his feet. Oh my, he really needed to cool off. He rushed out of the bathroom and went over to the water barrel again, this time to splash water over his head. Oh my, he really needed to get better at controlling his temper. He shook a little as he drew several deep breaths to calm himself down and then slowly went back to the bathroom. He could hear the poor kid’s whimpers throughout the whole house. "Oh my…" he said out loud as he looked down at his doings. The slave was covered in welts all over and blood flowed freely from two deep gashes forming and X over one of his ass cheeks. That would scar, damn, he hadn’t meant to do that. Sami grabbed a towel and got to his knees beside the violently weeping and shivering boy. Carefully he pressed the towel to the wound and drew a yelp of pain out of him. Yes, the slave was hurting now, probably as much as he did, so he should be happy now, shouldn’t he? Only he wasn’t. >>> * <<< The slave had cried himself to sleep lying on his stomach at Sami’s bed. Crying and begging Sami not to hurt him anymore, not to kill him, not to hate him. He had repeated that he was sorry, so very, very sorry, until the words were said in his sleep. He had not said anything at first, only whimpered at the pain as Sami carried him to his bedroom. Sami had brought the doctor who had stitched the wounds on his ass together to stop the bleeding. The doctor hadn’t even asked what had been going on, he only shook his head and got to it, leaving shortly thereafter with a few advises on the care of those wounds. It was after he had left that Kisaki had started the crying and begging and nothing Sami said calmed him down, he was beside himself. >>> * <<< Kisaki was on his feet a few days later. Except for the x-shaped wound he wasn’t badly hurt. He was still in quite a bit of pain and moved about very slowly. Not that he would complain about it, oh no, he had deserved it. He hoped he would never have to experience anything like it again but he really thought he had deserved it. Every time he saw his master gingerly move about the house grimacing in pain at the burn injuries on his thighs he went crimson from shame and thought it not more than fair that he was in pain too. He had been almost hysterical with fear when he had woken up in his master’s bed the morning after thinking that the whipping must have been only a small taste of what to come. But he had eventually got it that his master did not intend to have him killed or punished any further or even to send him away. It had been an accident, his master had said. Damn clumsy and careless of him of course and he had sure deserved a bit of a spank even though he had not meant to hit him quite that hard, he had said. Damn fucking clumsy it had been, he had repeated grinning, but an accident never the same. Kisaki could not believe his luck. >>> * <<< There was no longer a good atmosphere in the house, Sami thought. He felt it all the more since he had not much else to do than spend most of his time in it bent over books on mathematics, strategy and history. Kisaki stole around him like a shadow trying his best not to be noticed. As soon as Sami even looked at him he got all flustered and shivered. If Sami reached out to touch him he flinched. And he refused to serve him at the table anymore. He had stammered and whispered his explanation at the refusal, how scared he was that he was going to hurt his master again. So Sami swallowed the berating he had been about to give him and waited to get seated until the slave had laid everything out; he had to pour his hot water himself. Kisaki seemed to get a fit of the shivers at the mere thought of serving him tea. Sami thought that it might not be strange that the boy was now back to being scared of him, or really much more scared than he been even at the beginning, but he didn’t like it. He felt bad. Sure the boy’s clumsiness annoyed him sometimes but, had beating him made it better? Of course not. The added nervousness after this incident had made him fumble more than ever. The slave was fumbling with a lot of stuff right now over by the stove and Sami took his nose out of the book to watch him, wondering what made the boy such a klutz in the first place. Suddenly a thought struck him… >>> * <<< "Just sit there and don’t move, understand?" Sami had left the kitchen for a while to rummage about in the bedroom and when he returned he had taken Kisaki by the arm and made him sit down by the table Kisaki nodded timidly grimacing in pain as his backside connected with the seat of the chair. He didn’t understand the purpose of this but he sure wasn’t the one to ask what an order was for. His master went all the way to the other side of the room and stood back at the wall and held up a scroll of paper. "We will perform a little experiment I thought," he said, "it’s very simple, all I want you to do is to tell me what is on this paper. Can you do that?" He let it unfold. "Now. Can you tell me what’s on this paper?" he asked. Kisaki remained silent. "You’re not disobeying me, are you? I asked you what’s on this paper?" Kisaki looked more than nervous now and red spots appeared on his cheeks but he didn’t say a word. Sami took a few steps closer to him and held the paper out. "How about now?" Kisaki bit his lower lip and Sami could see his narrow eyes starting to fill up with tears but he was still silent. Sami stepped even closer. "For goodness sake… Tell me what’s on the paper slave! Is it so hard?" Kisaki burst out crying and hid his face in his hands but Sami wasn’t going to stand for that. "Look up! I told you to look at the paper," he roared and Kisaki obeyed, shaking. Sami was now standing about three yards in front him and still couldn’t get an answer out of the poor kid. Finally he just got all the way up to him and put the paper right under his nose. "Now can you tell me what the hell this is?" Kisaki sniveled and finally opened his mouth. "Yes… yes Master it’s… it’s a drawing of a man… with a sword…" Sami stared at him mouth open. "Damn it boy! You’re as blind as a bat!" Maybe not blind, Sami thought, but there was no doubt that the boy was extremely nearsighted. No wonder he was always such a klutz. Sami realized that Kisaki’s world must be a very foggy one and everything not within his immediate reach must be a blurry apparition. Half-blind and jumpy from always expecting yells and slaps, it was no wonder he was such a klutz. Sami felt his heart grow where he stood and looked down at the kid. Poor boy, really. He crouched beside him and put a calming hand on his thigh. "Kisaki, why have you never told me your eyesight is so bad?" He was crying hard now. "I haven’t told anyone Master… ever… they would… they would have gotten rid of me… who… who wants a slave so useless and with so many flaws?" Sami reached up and patted his head. "You’re not useless. It’s a problem, I agree, but it’s not so serious. You have to be more careful that’s all. And now I know so you don’t have to pretend. Just don’t be so nervous and take it easy and look closer at things and these "accidents" don’t need to happen so often. Now I know so I won’t beat you again if you are clumsy, all right? See? You don’t have to be afraid. I promise I will never beat you that much ever again." Kisaki looked up in incredulity. "You… you don’t mind me being almost blind Master?" he whispered. "Nahh," Sami grinned, "but I think it would be best if you handled all things hot or sharp a good distance away from other people from now on."

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